There’s something timeless about 831. Something that makes you want to fuck her, but not right away. It’s slow, this relishing of her. You crave her craving. You itch to cause her the slightest little pain, as a beginning, as a way to shred her, as a way to savor each small, essential piece. Perhaps you’ve been waiting for her for years, and here she is, making plain your extreme desire, something she alone can do. 831’s deep want is revealed by degrees. This is BDSM in its most refined form. She sucks his toes, her eyes brushing along his body. She is chained, penetrated, and caned. But 831 casts a spell well beyond the implements of her torture. A reflection. A devastation. She chains you in place. She tortures. She penetrates.